Bajada Puccio way to the Florida resort, nearly a postcard, greens, golds, board, or its trees lilac play in different seasons, broom with golden flowers, which cover the sides of soldiers. People flowing day at the beach. At night the young people fill their clubs, the music is everywhere. 
Synchronicity of colors, architecture, vegetation, sometimes with their sticks the golden broom, the jacaranda trees with their clusters of purple flowers, their lapachos with pink flowers, bats and seeing them drunks with typical barrel shape, thorns, fruits and cotton buds, flowers so beautiful, so strange, palms, pines, eucalyptus trees, play ... and play ..... the dance of nature, in this city so beautifully wooded. I will continue believing even
when people
lose hope.
I will continue to love
while others sow hatred.
I will continue to build
although others destroyed.
I will continue talking about peace
in the midst of war.
I will continue to illuminate
in the dark.
I'll keep seeding
harvest while others walked.
Y seguire
screaming while others remain silent.
And I will draw smiles on faces
tears.
And only a present joy where there
sorrows.
For
that in the midst of desolation
will always be a child
with a smile
on his face
we look hopeful
expecting something from us.
but if I ever
see me I'm not
not smile, I keep silent
just reach
give me a kiss and a hug.
that will be enough
yours just a gesture will
to re
my way.
Leonidas Frenov
A window to the river and its islands, from the cliffs, the vegetation plays with the tones. 
Puccio Bridge down. The old house that resembles a boat that slides down the slope, giving a touch of unreality to this beautiful landscape. 
From the funnel, the island is the city Herguido 
El Coloso, many times you went to encourage the club of your love, your dear Newells, I saw in Buenos Aires win the title, and sang on the obelisk, you were a leper of law, even though mom is rogue aq. much I love you.
Bajada Sargento Cabral You're gone and I here
There are those who at some point
road say goodbye
that have gone
and this detachment
is so difficult to continue
experiencing the absence
nothing stops, everything continues.
costs so much to let go
is very difficult to understand
this usually happens
surprising,
warns not just happen
without explanation.
While we wonder why?
find no more answers
the silence and the dissolution
must continue living
even if you feel that we
dying of sadness
can not stop.
I have not gone, I'm here
We cling to memories
hugged so hard
to keep them out of the oblivion
some people away
that you're not
others continue long without thinking,
many things do not turn to be beaten.
can not give up the dream
There are those who at some
along the way, we say goodbye
that have gone
and this detachment
is so difficult to continue
experiencing the absence
nothing stops, everything continues.
Cuesta both let go
very difficult to understand
this usually happens
surprising not warn
just happens without any explanation.
While we wonder why?
find no more answers
the silence and the dissolution
must continue living
even if you feel that we dying
sad we can not stop.
I have not gone, I'm here
We cling to memories
hug you so hard
to not go from oblivion
some people away because you're not
others continue long without thinking,
many things and not be the same again.
Can not give up the dream started
works in your hands began
not to be inconclusive
your game does not mean
that everything finished
only now but have to keep working,
fighting and not to die dreaming
And always stay
in everything that gave meaning to your life
but your absence makes us feel
sometimes wish to die.
I'm still here although I have not gone
bit faster the days pass
turn into years and your memory
removed in every thing he did
and on each anniversary
is when we witness
of everything that happens
and changes will give
and although many did not know you
and walk beside me not knowing
what I feel has left a void
big in my life
but even so I still live
with the most beautiful I've left,
and the certainty that although you are not
not forsaken me
and some of you in this world has been
because although you've been living in me.
Kary Rojas 
